Just typing awayJust typing away by ~KaiVorail
The church clock strikes eight, so those villagers who are awake know without checking that it is six. A cock crows. A body lies across the doorstep of the church, a line of crumb-carrying ants marches across the fedora covering its face. There is a serene, momentary quiet after the chimes cease. A figure glides past the church wall, before the silence is cracked by baby crying.
Silence is broken in a small household down the street as a baby cries after awaking from its slumber in need of nourishment leaning tiresomely against a broomstick from a hard nights work with no end to her torment the woman is dead to the world. In an instant her world is crushed again with a simple slip of her hand and she wakes to the cold kiss of the slate flooring holding her head in pain as she struggles to her feet only to find the baby nagging her for breakfast.
Sighing in grief she fixes the infant a warm bottle of milk taken from their very own cow in the dir
prometheus_cthis isn't the beginning of a new end or the fall of an old empire, but something entirely different. it's something a little like the quiet after a fight or the silence as a hundred people walk past you in a [lonely] crowded city. this is something like that.prometheus_c by ~Sepulchral-Roses
this is what it might feel like to become everything around you, to forget you exist. this is like realizing that it'll come back to haunt you, this is remembering you're not immortal. this is the few coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and this is like the first time you tried a little, and you still fell. this is something like that.
but this is also like reaching the bottom of that ice-cream cone and being the first to get to the top of the jungle gym [but only to realize you can't get back down]. this is something like finding that even though you finished last, condolences are paid handsomely [by bright green eyes and a comforting hug]. this is something like that.
but sometimes, this isn't like any of tho
The Bard Upstaged?Hamlet's Soliloquy: So Easy, A Caveman Can Do It?The Bard Upstaged? by ~halfangelrisesagain
"To be or not to be-that is the question:" is one of the most well known lines to come out of Hamlet. From Act III, Scene 1, Lines 58-92, Hamlet delivers a power speech that has survived not only survived with the rest of the play, but it also has survived on it's own. Whether it has been re-enacted by Shakespearian actors either on stage or on the big screen, or it has been redone either to fit in for a commercial purpose, or it has been re-created just for fun. One example that I have found while researching for re-created examples of the soliloquy, in which one person has re-written it in the style of Dr. Seuss, that is, in rhyme.
A personal example, which has inspired me to write this piece, came from a day last school year when my friend and I were waiting around for an elevator to take us to his floor in Hill Hall. As we were standing there waiting, we randomly made up o
Just maybe?Ok, I am an Anti-Twilight person as you may know from seeing some of my drawings and my favourites...Just maybe? by ~Maria-Mimosa
Here's something what I have to say:
Anti-Twilighters might be (as you say) as annoying and terrible as the (obsessed) Fangirls of Twilight and Robert Pattinson
But we are highly different from them...
Us Anti-Twilighters we... (reasoning may not apply to all...)
1. Never cross the line by threatening someone's life or assaulting them just because someone said they like twilight. We respect what they like and their taste, even if they get annoying by talking about it too much.
2. Have another things to daydream than to think how "hot" Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen or Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black...
3. Use many different topics in conversation to get to know other people than just speak too much over just one fiction story.
4. Never dump our real life lovers just because they are not as perfect as a fictional character who is a supernatural creature.
5. Do NOT approve p
DownfallDownfall by `alexiuss
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si